Browse 900 quotes about Richelle E Goodrich.
“Oh, mightiest wind,
wilt thou cease thy breathing in
and hold thy exhales?”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“Above anyone else’s approval, first and foremost be sure to get your own.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“I drifted off after a while, staring at the only star visible through the thick covering of leaves. Hope seemed a futile wish, but I troubled the lonely star to grant it anyway.”
Source: The Tarishe Curse
“I let my sword slip to the ground, and for the second time I stood unarmed in the presence of werewolves.
Kresh put his lips to my forehead, and my skin burned beneath his kiss. When his hands repositioned to take me by the waist, my breathing—already shallow—ceased entirely. Then his lips fell on mine and I was suddenly everything he claimed me to be—his mate, his wife, his world.
The taste of him seemed mysteriously new and old at the same time. Every bit of tension eased as if internally I had come home again, and yet a sense of foreignness made our connection a sweet venture. My breast was afire as he continued to grasp my hips, keeping me close. I burned for him as if vampire venom were coursing through every inch of me.
The man was a constellation of suns in my desire, unlike Thaddeus who hardly equaled a speck of stardust. The thought of that coward reminded me of grim news. It took every bit of willpower I possessed to tear my lips away from what they craved, and yet I remained a submissive puddle in this werewolf’s arms.”
Source: The Tarishe Curse
“A red-cape game of retribution is dangerous when a fresh bull with bigger horns waits in the shadows.”
Source: The Tarishe Curse
“I thought of the words the old witch had used to summon the sword on previous occasions. While stepping backwards with the intent of putting the table between Thaddeus and myself, I voiced the spell aloud.
“Grim dettarias, ee Duvalla swen areir!”
My trusted weapon appeared from out of nowhere, the hilt grasped tight within my fingers. Without delay, I pointed the tip of the blade at my enemy.
“Move away from the door and let me leave this place.”
“Oh, Catherine…”
“Don’t breathe that wicked name again!” I angrily ordered. Thaddeus closed his mouth, and his eyes scrunched the slightest bit, never shifting from me.
“I’ll cut out your tongue if you mutter that awful name one more time,” I threatened. I interpreted his frown as a sign that he believed I would make every effort to carry out that threat.”
Source: The Tarishe Curse
“Years of strengthening my independence, perhaps believing on some level that my fate was to be forever solitary, had made me a strong and capable woman. I feared change. But did marriage demand a drastic change in my nature? No. Why should it? Strength of character wasn’t a flaw or an enemy to marital happiness. Yet I feared becoming a different person—a vulnerable, reliant, weaker person. Dompier had insisted change had already occurred in me to some degree. I did in fact feel susceptible emotionally around Thaddeus and yet without a total loss of myself. Is this what love did to people? Disarmed them with lures of peace and happiness? But if peace and happiness and companionship were indeed to be the outcome, why fight it?”
Source: The Tarishe Curse
“I swallowed back a wave of concern as her focus jumped from my face to the indigo jewel at my chest. The blue light in the heart of the jewel glowed only faintly. A yank on the braided chain made me lurch forward and I heard Vada cry out in pain. When I looked, the vampiress was cupping her hand as if it hurt. I then understood what happened: she had attempted to grab the enchanted gemstone and it shocked her in the process. I flashed an accusatory glare at Vallatrece.
“Do you mean to steal from me?”
“Apparently no. It seems the stone has chosen you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Well, it’s mine—that I do know. You can’t take it from me. No one can.”
“How many have tried?”
I refused an answer to the question. My silence was undaunting.
“Where did you get that pretty trinket anyway? Who gave it to you?”
“No one gave it to me; I found it.”
Vallatrece scrunched up her face, communicating that she didn’t believe me.
“And now that I have it,” I continued, “I no longer require your services.”
“You no longer require my services? Is that so?” Again, her cheeks dimpled with amusement at my words.
“Yes, it is so.”
Source: The Tarishe Curse
“Do the small stuff. A consistent little will earn you a lot.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“How easy it is to slip.
How hard it is to climb.
How wise it is to keep in step
And never fall behind.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“People think kindness is a soft, weak, submissive influence when in reality it is the most potent, persuasive force in existence.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“I write fairy tales to live those moments I know will never be mine in reality.”
“People search the world over looking for someone to love them, when they should be searching for someone to love.”
“When someone speaks to you, gripes at you, whines or cries or barks at you, resist the natural tendency to swiftly respond, and instead, listen carefully with the intent to honestly understand. The more you listen to comprehend exactly what the person is trying to communicate, the more you begin to know the individual and his or her concerns. As you grow to know the individual, the easier it is to care. This leads to greater love towards the person.
So to restate a truth: the more you listen, the more you understand. The more you understand, the more you care. The more you care, the more you love. And the more you love, the stronger your relationship will be.”
Source: Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration for Every Day of the Year
“Experience is the catalyst for all great stories.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“I dreamed my shoulders held up the sky for a thousand hawks that squawked and cawed and beat their feathered wings against the hotness of the day. I supported their flight, watching and marveling, until sweat dripped from my body, and groans crossed my lips over fatiguing muscles.
Choosing to let the sky fall, I awoke.
My eyes opened to a cast of hawks gripping me in their talons. They supported my weight, hauling me high above the clouds through a blue expanse of heaven. And though they struggled—squawking and flapping wearily—never once did a single bird release its hold.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“I hope you know I love you, not just because I tell you so at every opportunity, but because I show you so as often as the sun sets.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Love by the sweat of thy brow.
Not through whispered words of hollow sound or lofty dreams ne’er substance bound that more than oft do run aground. Nay, love with mighty, blistered hands that turn the soil and carve the land. A bearer of toil and golden band.
Be strong! A founder of the feast!
Protective knight who slays the beast!
For promises and vows aloud are naught but wispy veneer shroud like cobwebs, frail, the airy words and wooing fail. So work, my darling. Toil as proof. Thy loyal heart be drained of youth and yet beat on, incessant sound. Both feet take root within the ground, and service be thy kingly crown.
Love by the sweat of thy brow.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Imagine the greatness this world would know if kindness were as contagious and enduring as the common cold.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“What I've learned about writing is that sometimes less is more, while often more is grander. And both are true.”
“A monster's worst fear is of being found.”
Source: Secrets of a Noble Keykeeper
“Lavender lilies all dotted with spots.
Sun-yellow daffodils clustered in pots.
Blue morning-glories climb trellises high.
Powder-white asters like stars in the sky.
Thick, pink peonies unfold in the sun.
Winter adieu now that spring has begun.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“Trials are indeed opportunities to seek God’s helping hand.”
Source: Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration for Every Day of the Year
“Do not get discouraged when things fail to work out as planned; this is often the case. Get busy instead and find another way. There are new strategies to attempt, other trails to tread. Alternate options do exist. They may seem less obvious or less desirable, but in the end they may very well prove to be the best route to your goal.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“You can wallow in miserable self-pity all the days of your life and do nothing but drown in your own tears. Or you can stand up and reach out to draw others from their wallowing, effectively saving lives. Life is no punishment; you weren’t put here just for you.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“I pondered the day away at the changing shapes of passing clouds, lazing in the shade of palm trees.”
Source: A Heart Made of Tissue Paper
“There are more books than can be read, more friends than can be made, more laughs than can be chortled, and no time to waste.”
Source: A Heart Made of Tissue Paper
“I once dreamt that the man in the moon took an interest in me and reflected the sun’s light directly in my path, lighting the way for my footsteps to sink themselves into the ground. It was wonderful to have my course illuminated by one with a grander perspective than my own. But when I awoke, realizing I could not call on the moon for guidance, my spirit sank until it occurred to me I could talk to the one who had created the moon. And He has lit my path ever since.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Not every experience in life is sweet.
Be grateful if at least some of them provide sweet memories.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“What do Halloween creatures eat?
Hot spider soup with pumpkin meat
and toasted, no-salt, bat-wing chips,
served best with Transylvania dips.
A thistle-horehound salad mix
has added crunch from sun-dried ticks.
The plat du jour is hairy beast
fried crisp in grimy goblin grease.
Now, don’t forget dessert so sweet;
try puss-cream pie or candied feet!”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“Oh, yes I can!
I’m not sorry!
The answer’s no!
I really don’t care!
And I do not always have to have the last word!
No—I don’t!”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“You know the story.” The Nalnom rotated his hand in the air as if she should recall it.
“I don’t. I’ve never heard the story.”
Joshlon summarized it for her. “Prometheus was turned into a dragon by his angry lover, Naradite. She refused to turn him back into his manly form. He became the first fire-breathing dragon—Naga the Terrible.”
Eena dropped her lower jaw. “What?”
“Naradite turned Prometheus into a dragon,” Joshlon repeated. “Naga.”
“And Prometheus is Edgar’s father?” She was sure the surrounding stares were the result of her virtually shouting out the question.
Joshlon answered with some hesitance in his voice. “I don’t know who Edgar is, but Edgarmetheus was supposedly the son of Prometheus, the illegitimate child of him and his lover, Naradite.”
“Oh. My. Gosh!” Eena exclaimed. “Naga is Edgar’s father!”
Joshlon’s lip curled. He didn’t look like he was following her emotional outburst. “Sha Eena, are you trying to tell me that this is all for real? And Naga is the undefeatable enemy you’re fighting?”
Her hazel eyes focused on him instantly. “Oh, no, no, not Naga! Out of all the immortals, he’s the nice one!”
Joshlon looked confused. “Naga the Terrible is the nice one?”
“Yes,” Eena nodded assuredly. “Edgar is the…” She halted mid-sentence. Joshlon had stopped moving. In fact, all the surrounding Nalnoms were frozen in place, skeptical expressions stuck on their faces. Her eyes fell closed when she heard the disgruntled voice behind her.
“I’m the what?” he grumbled lowly. “I’d really love to hear the end of that sentence, Amora.”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“They went back to scooping up breakfast, licking the mess off their fingers. Soon the pile of berry mush was gone and their tongues were dyed a nice midnight blue. Ian seemed in a good mood, sticking his tongue out playfully at his best friend. Eena did likewise, right back at him. She was happy he was smiling, even if his teeth were purple.
(You’re too much fun, Eena,) Ian announced in her mind. (I’m really glad we’re friends.)
(Me too,) she agreed. (Best friends.)
Ian leaned back on his hands and watched the waves roll in from far off. The swells were building into large, flat-crested waves.
(Angelle never thought like you do. You’re creative and kinda crazy. Her thoughts were always more simple and, well…..normal.)
(Yeah, well, deadly dragons and evil witches tend to suck all the normal right out of you,) she grumbled.
(I suppose.)”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“Stop tormenting Derian.”
“Me?” Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.
“Yes, you.”
“And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him?” Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display
“I’m not tormenting him; why would you say that?”
“You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him.” Edgar stopped to fix the captain’s collar, raising it up high and stiff around his neck.
“I do intend to marry him.” Eena followed her immortal watchdog and folded down the captain’s collar, repositioning it as it had been.
“Oh please,” Edgar groaned. “You’ve had two opportunities to do so, and on both occasions you turned him down.” Edgar elevated the captain’s elbow—adjusting him like a mannequin—leaving it in an awkward position. “The council expressed a desire for you to marry, and you nearly hyperventilated over the mere suggestion. And just recently, due to his own paranoia, Derian all but begged you to marry him. Your refusal couldn’t have been more swift or more adamant.”
Eena returned the captain’s elbow to his side as she retorted, “I’m only seventeen, Edgar! I have no desire to marry anyone right now. But when I am ready, Derian will be my husband.”
Edgar took hold of the captain’s outreaching arm and shoved it forcefully down. “He will not.”
“He will so!” Eena raised the arm back to where it had been and warned her rival, “Don’t touch him again, Edgarmetheus!”
“Fine, fine,” the immortal ceded. Then with a smug grin he added, “If this had been Ian, you would never have let me touch him in the first place.”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“Tell me you didn’t,” she groaned, knowing it would not be the truth. “Please tell me you didn’t take advantage of these poor people.”
“I didn’t,” he chirped.
“Liar.”
With an irritated sigh he tried to convince her. “Amora, you’re not seeing things from an immortal perspective. The people who built this temple…”
“Temple?” she cried, cutting him off. “You forced these people to build you a temple? Why? Because all of a sudden you’re God now?”
Perturbed by her interruption, he raised a warning finger. “No, no, Amora, not God. But from their viewpoint I may seem a bit…..god-like.”
She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner.
“If you would let me finish,” he went on, “these particular individuals had no part in the construction of that monument; it was their ancestors who erected it. And I must say, they did a fine job. My likeness has weathered the centuries quite well.”
“You’re despicable.”
He frowned at the insult. “Nobody was forced to build us a temple, Amora. They chose to do so.”
“You were that impressive to them, huh?”
“Apparently.” His eyes twinkled at the memory. He took a few steps toward the distant city, pulling Eena along. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”
“No way.” She planted her feet, refusing. Surprisingly it put a stop to him.
“And why not?”
“Because your sudden appearance will upset them! No doubt you’ll want to show off with some shockingly grand entrance. I’m not going to take part in a game of deceit.”
“I’m not deceiving anyone,” Edgar disputed. “I can’t help it if they happen to think I’m perfectly magnificent.”
His pompous view of himself earned a nasty look as well as a lecture. “I can’t believe you’re okay with selling people lies that affect the way they live and think! You’re not even close to being a god, Edgar, and yet you allow them to accept you as some sort of deity because of your unusual abilities. For centuries now you’ve abandoned this world and a population who probably looked to you and your lousy sisters for help. It’s all a big, disgusting sham!”
Edgar pouted like a child. “Fine—spoil all my fun. We’ll go do something else. Something that doesn’t include your poor, fragile, stupid mortals.”
“They’re not stupid.”
“They think I’m a god,” he snapped.
That was a pretty good argument.”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“But you will die, Amora.”
“I know.” She couldn’t help but smile at his bemusement. “It’s a fact I’ve always known, just like my ancestors before me. Don’t you see? That’s what makes us who we are. That’s what makes life valuable, Pallador, knowing that each and every day we live is a gift. Therein lies mortality’s great value. We cherish it because of its temporality. It is precious because it is fleeting.”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“Ravelly pointed to the illustration as he told his friend that he used to read the same story nightly to his son, Wahlister. “Imorih’s Journey—quite the moralistic quest.”
Unan nodded in agreement. “I read it to Ian and Eena when they were children.” Then he held up the opened page with the picture of Imorih and the tiny, shouldered bug. He asked curiously, “Why do you say this is your favorite part, Master Ravelly?” The question caught Eena’s interest. Her ears tuned in to their conversation, but her eyes continued to scan the lively crowd below.
The old Grott went on to explain. “That is the part where Imorih realizes the whispered voice she has been listening to, the advice she has been heeding, doesn’t belong to her conscience as she first supposed. It shocks her to learn that for the more part of her journey she has been following the promptings of a negligible, albeit well-intentioned, creature. That’s when two things happen in her life. First, she comprehends how cunning and manipulative the power of suggestion can be. Secondly, she learns to recognize the difference between her own voice—her own desires—and someone else’s.”
Unan hummed a sound of accordance. “That’s right. Things change quite drastically after that discovery, don’t they?”
“Yes, yes, they most certainly do. For the best, I recall.”
“Because she becomes master of her own destiny after that.”
“As we all should be.”
Unan nodded, examining the illustration once again. “Yes, as we all should be.”
Source: Eena, The Tempter's Snare
“It is in the coldest months that hugs linger snug, and they warm the soul the most.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“What is it to be bold?
To feel fear but pay it no heed. To take a chance despite the looming threat of failure. To risk ridicule while attempting something new and unusual. To ignore probabilities. To scorn the odds. To hope, to dream, to dare to fly. This is to be bold.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“The greater self-confidence an individual possesses, the less inclined he is to put down others. This says a lot about those who constantly belittle.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“If the only thing you mastered in this life was to always act and speak with love, your countenance would shine as bright as the glorious angels in heaven.”
Source: Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration for Every Day of the Year
“Death may hide you from my sight for a time, and even steal you from my arms, but it cannot remove you from my heart. Never ever from my heart. Love has engraved your image there.”
Source: Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration for Every Day of the Year
“If you were not so gentle,
If you were hard to please,
If you were never patient
And always ill at ease,
If you were far from humble,
If you could not forgive,
If all you did was grumble
And curse the life you live,
If you were irreligious,
If you were not composed,
If you were quite ignoble,
If you had not proposed,
If you were daft as killdeer,
If you were less than kind,
If you were proud and pushy,
I’d pay you little mind.
And never would I ever
Call you Valentine.
But you are kind and gentle,
So patiently at ease.
You’re gracious, sweet, and humble.
Not ever hard to please.
You evince faith and service;
They dictate how you live.
Good will along with mercy
Allow you to forgive.
Despite the trials and heartaches,
You count your blessings all.
Despite the miles between us,
Persistently you call.
The gestures of affection.
The compliments so kind.
The selfless acts of service
Endear you in my mind.
And that, my dear, is why I
Call you Valentine.”
Source: A Heart Made of Tissue Paper
“As sunlight is for flowers, and sustenance for the mortal shell, music is for the human soul.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Fear confronted me, and I stood paralyzed. He seemed a formidable, abiding presence.
Then a voice whispered, “Fear not.”
Fear not, I thought with desperate longing. Oh, how I wanted to heed those words—but how? Hour after hour, day after day, fear refused to budge while I remained paralyzed. And so I let him make my choices; what else could I do? Alas, he never once chose well for me.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Whether or not you believe isn’t half as important as whether or not you want to believe.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“Show Love.
Give from your heart.
Mourn with those who suffer.
Joy with those who try and triumph.
Care more.”
Source: Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration for Every Day of the Year
“Love is more intentional goodwill than blissful appeal.”
Source: Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration for Every Day of the Year
“The real me isn’t someone you see but someone you know.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Hey, pretty book, why don’t you lie in my lap awhile?”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year